FORESTER (stands before him; severely).
Weiler, do you hear?
WEILER.
Well, Godfrey. Today he has grown six inches; he immediately put on his laced hat, girded on his hunting knife and drank two bitters and a half dozen glasses of whisky more than usual; in consequence he has need of a road that's broader than the ordinary by half.
FORESTER.
Have you done eating?
WEILER.
Almost. But tell me, who is now the real forester of Düsterwalde? The other fellow is already giving orders to the woodcutters for the clearing, so he must be the forester. But you also act as if you were still forester.
FORESTER.
You may be sure, I still am. I am forester of Düsterwalde, and nobody else.